The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

He Qing, who was lame and blind, stayed at Lin's house like this. The soft bed, Lin Chi's attentive service, and the ability to listen to the day's TV without having to take classes. For He Qing...

[It's heaven! 】

It was dark in front of He Qing, but it did not prevent him from sitting in the living room with a pillow and listening to TV. While listening to the love you love me and I did not love you, he said contentedly: [Everything is perfect, if Lin Chi his dad It would be better if it didn't appear! 】

When Lin Chi persuaded him to live in, he vowed that his father was a workaholic, and it would be nice to be able to go home one day in a month, but He Qing lived in for two days, and the uncle Lin was on duty for two days, sometimes He came back for lunch at noon, which was completely different from Lin Chi's imaginary situation.

[Eh~ There is such a light bulb, it’s not good~]

He Qing's cheap tone succeeded in letting the system take care of him. The cold mechanical tone didn't fluctuate, but it made people feel contempt: [Who is the light bulb is not necessarily. 】

[Eh, what do you mean? ] He Qing asked.

[Give me a thousand points to tell you. 】

There was a sound from the porch, He Qing immediately shut up and turned to hold the pillow, listening to the man change his shoes, step by step came over, someone was sitting beside him, he sniffed with his godless eyes , A few seconds later, "Uncle, you are back."

"Yes." Lin Cheng's voice was always cold and cold. It seemed that even this short answer was forced by politeness. His indifferent attitude did not hurt He Qing's heart. After all, he knew he was under the fence. It’s already a blessing to be kicked out.

His hands were tight and he held the pillow tightly. The teenager felt the heat from the people around him who wanted to move to the other side. He wanted to move to the other side, but he was embarrassed. He had to sit so stiff and embarrassed. .

He Qingsong was relieved by the sound of turning books around him. Uncle Lin seemed to like reading a book. Every time he came back these two days, he sat by his side reading books. Although there was no warm greetings, he was not born for orphans. For him who is good at dealing with people, non-interference is the best way to get along.

The teenager who had just relaxed his back straight again had no idea. His series of reactions fell into the eyes of the man who was turning the book.

When it comes to flipping books, it is really just flipping through the books. Lin Cheng holds the book in his hand, but his eyes are fixed on the hug. His white and tender face is almost trapped inside the teenager. He Qing can’t see it, his eyes. But he used to open it. From this angle of Lin Cheng, he could see his slightly raised eyelashes, with a perfect arc, trembling slightly with the teenager's breath.

It should be very serious in listening to the TV series. His expression changed from time to time, falling into Lin Cheng's eyes, but no matter what expression was very cute.

How could there be such a person? Whether it's a smile or a frown, it reveals a lovable taste, which makes people want to see the dull eyes relight.

He Qing didn't know that he was staring at Lin Cheng some uncomfortably with his legs clamped. He just drank too much water and wanted to go to the toilet...

He touched the crutches that Lin Chi helped him to support, and stood up. Before he had time to figure out whether to say hello, he heard the voice of the man closing the book, and then came the cold and cold magnetic voice above: "What to do ?"

Suddenly asked, the teenager was flattered and a little bit ashamed, and whispered, "Go to the bathroom..."

"I'll take you."

He Qing was obviously startled, "No, no more..."

"Let's go." Lin Cheng ignored his rejection directly. One hand supported He Qing's arm, and the other hand was naturally placed on the slender waist of the teenager, leading him forward.

It's all like this, He Qing can only follow along with a dazed face, and soon walked to the bathroom, Lin Cheng was very intimate: "Do you want me to take off your pants?"

"No more!!!" The teenager was so ashamed that his cheeks were stained with pink, his head was weak and thanked weakly: "Thank you uncle..."

He stood there waiting for Lin Cheng to go out, but the light fragrance of mint around him made He Qing unable to ignore it. He clasped his crutches anxiously, and He Qing whispered timidly: "Uncle, can you please go out..."

Then I heard that nice but cold voice said: "Don't Linchi watch this way these two days?"

The next second, Lin Cheng saw that He Qing was at first confused, and then understood the embarrassed expression after coming over. The teenager hurriedly explained: "No, uncle, don’t get me wrong. Achi used to send me to the bathroom and go out and wait. of!"

He was anxious, afraid to expose his love relationship with Lin Chi, but did not know Lin Cheng’s satisfaction after he heard his explanation. The man said in a hurry: "Then I am waiting for you outside."

After talking, the footsteps slowly went away. He Qing had a feeling of escaping into life. Before he could relax, he heard Lin Cheng saying in the distance: "Yes, don't call me Uncle in the future."

The sound of the door closing came, and He Qing blinked confusedly.

[Does Lin Chi hate me? 】

System: [Where do you see it? 】

Lin Chi was very determined: [He wouldn’t let me call him Uncle! Even my uncle wouldn't let me cry, how much I hate me! 】

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Lin Cheng waited outside the door. He used to hate waiting, but now he stands like this, but he is not impatient at all. He listens to his ears, the sound of crutches hitting the ground is gradually approaching, the door opens, He Qingxuan Appeared in front of him on crutches.

Lin Cheng stretched out his hand to support, but when he touched the delicate hand, he was avoided by the teenager. His expression stopped, his eyes obscurely looked at He Qing, but he saw his embarrassed back of his hand, tone Embarrassed: "Pro..." He paused for a second, and cried somewhat uncertainly: "Uncle?"

Lin Cheng didn’t want the uncle’s name. What he wanted was a name that was closer and made the teenager more trustworthy, but this is not possible at present. The man’s eyes are staring straight at the teenager, because he can’t see it and he has a more casual look. Landing on his tightly pursed lips, he responded: "I'm here."

Hearing that there was no anger in Lin Cheng's tone, the little boy on crutches sighed with relief, still holding one hand behind his back, and explained awkwardly: "I haven't washed my hands..." , Quickly added a sentence: "I haven't been to this bathroom, I can't find a place to wash my hands..."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was a troublemaker. He lived in someone else’s house and wanted to be taken care of. His hands behind him grabbed the clothes behind him anxiously, waiting for Lin Cheng’s answer like he was waiting for the verdict.

At the next moment, the hand behind him was wrapped in a slender big hand, and in his ear was a man’s hoarse magnetic voice somehow, "we wash together."

So, a minute later, Lin Cheng stood behind He Qing, grabbing a hand that was small and delicate for his own hand. The angle of view was that the teenager was slender, as if he could pinch a fragile neck with one hand, and his supple black hair. He spins slowly, and slowly wipes the teenager's hand with his fingers.

He Qing always felt something was wrong, he turned his head slightly, trying to find some topic, "Uncle Lin, is Achi coming back tonight again?"

"No." In a place where He Qing couldn't see, Lin Cheng leaned down slightly and sprayed his breath on the white neck. Seeing that the teenager shrank uncomfortably, the man's lips were slightly hooked, and the magnetic and pleasant voice lowered: "Tonight He went to the meeting on behalf of the company and never returned."